This is yet another abstract jazz CD that one must thank all the gods and goddesses was executed in trio format because the addition of even one more player would've ruined the odd, fascinating, and mercurial idiosyncracies running through the repertoire. On his last CD, Sivan's debut, critics lauded him as "the next guitarist of our times" and someone who would "transform the jazz guitar world" because he's an "intense" cat. He's none of that, is in fact so cool that I'm often reminded, when he's in lay-out mode, of a combination of Chet Baker's singing and Gabor Szabo's playing. When not lyrical and balladic, Rotem's carrying on the far too underpopulated persuasion of aspects of old Coryell, Abercrombie, farside Martino, sideways Metheny, and similar axehandlers, John Stowell included.